I’m back from a martial arts — um, what do you call it? Seminar? Long-distance class? (It was held in San Antonio.) Since this was my first one, I didn’t know what to expect. As it is, it was a cross between the training class I was used to and what I suspect cruise-ship leisure activities would be like: the teacher was my usual instructor, plus a handful of his usual students as demonstrators (including me); and his class were relatively nice but clueless folk.
I’m bruised because my class partner was one of the rare ones in that class — somebody who wasn’t afraid to take a fall or inflict some form of damage to make the technique work. It was some setwork that I’ve seen in the higher ranks of my class, so I felt clunky doing it, and so was my partner. I’d say that my partner and I were about equal in ability. So it stunned me that he 1) was a federal marshall as his day job, and 2) was going to teach the next class seminar.
I don’t know what to think about that, since I know 1) I suck, and 2) um… no, there’s no number two. I still suck. ::shrug:: But I feel I had a good workout this past Saturday, because I have some bruises and even a rug burn to show for it.
